the deep end

Ethan Wayde. 16. Caracal 110. Water Mage. Wilder than the ocean. Because YOLO

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

Why would I read them when you could just carry them out with me?

[she winked at him]

[oldethanwayde-blog]

"Whoa."

"Whoa."

[agnes-svarog]

The river? Really? Ugh.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

"Same. I'm way out of my element."

"Water boy up in Sky Cabin? Who the fuck made these cabin assignments anyways?"

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

[brendanemmerson]

Brendan eyed Ethan suspiciously. “Ruin? Someone’s gotten on your bad side. What gives?” he asked, a smile spreading across his face.

"You want to talk about this mystery girl you’re drawing? You’re not doing some Titanic thing, are you?"

[oldethanwayde-blog]

"School is just driving me up the wall and around the corner, man. I gotta do something to get all this crap out of my mind, you know?" Ethan replied honestly.

He laughed at Brendan's next comment. "Dude, you know that I'm definitely no artist - and before you ask, I will not 'draw you like one of my French girls.'"

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

[taps on the book on his lap without breaking eye contact with him, a small smirk forming on her lips]

Writing all your dirty fantasies down?

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Yeah.

That's exactly why you wouldn't want to read them.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

[finnian-moray]

Let me see if I got this right.

All the time you’ve been writing to your mum, you sound like you’re in an AA meeting so she gets you a diary and tells you to practice writing?

[oldethanwayde-blog]

You forgot the part about her not really being my mom mom.

But, besides that, you've got it.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

[finnian-moray]

Fair point. And write what?

[offers the bottle of scotch]

Feelings?

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Something like that.

It's really weird, actually. I don't know how to write to her without making it sound like I'm at an 'Alcoholics Anonymous' meeting, or whatever.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

[blinks up at him]

… Okay…

[oldethanwayde-blog]

O-kay.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

[brendanemmerson]

Brendan aimlessly walks around all the dorm halls, trying to figure out what to do and who to possibly have fun with. “Ethan!” he grin and walks up to, seeing him write. “Doing homework on a day like today? Lame!”

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Casually shutting the journal, Ethan gave Brendan a confident smile, hoping the trickster didn't catch his etchings. "You're totally right, dude," Ethan replied, moving to tuck his journal into his backpack. "I just had to scribble down some chick's dorm number - we're partners for some stupid project," he lied.

"It is a pretty nice day out," Ethan said in a suggestive tone. "Perhaps we could ruin that for somebody," he offered, trying to draw himself away from the topics of what he had started to write about earlier.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

[thenextjoanofarc-blog]

[walks over and looks down at his book, not sitting down next to him, but looking at the book] What are you doing? [asks nonchalantly, the uncaring in her voice evident, but not in the forefront of her voice.]

[oldethanwayde-blog]

[closes the journal suddenly]

Nothing.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

[finnian-moray]

[passes him by, carrying a bottle of scotch; looks over the writing]

'Dear Diary'? Is that some sort of homework?

[occupies the space next to him]

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Me? And homework?

[chuckles]

No. My mother got me this journal thing. Told me to write. And I just started, kind of.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Dear Diary.

Ugh. Here goes.

[he sits on a bench just outside the Dorm House, writing on the cobble next to him]

Diaries are stupid, and anyone with a penis automatically loses his masculinity by writing in one. Unfortunately for me, I figure that I don't really give a shit...

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Liiiily~

[finnian-moray]

[his hands ball into fists as he listens, not liking what he was hearing]

Oh do shut up already.

[throws a punch aimed at Ethan’s face]

[oldethanwayde-blog]

[he tries to dodge the blow, but he sees it too late. it hit him in the shoulder, but it still packed a punch]

Dude! What was that for?

I thought we were pals!

Buddies!

Bros!

Homies!

Amigos?

Pals don't try to kick eachother's asses. Not without asking permission first.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Liiiily~

[finnian-moray]

  You? In love with Lily? Since when?

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Just around last week.

I didn't realize til then just how much I needed her. I don't know why I didn't notice it before...

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Liiiily~

[fairasthelily]

Well…

I did want to go with someone else, but—

Sure, I’ll go with you if you’re asking.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Oh my G. You said yes. I didn't think that would happen...

If this other fellow hasn't asked you yet, that only proves my dedication to you.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Liiiily~

[finnian-moray]

Wow that’s nice.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Isn't it?

That way, everyone can see my undying and unmistakable love for Lily.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Liiiily~

[fairasthelily]

Really—

That was really sweet, but you didn’t have to!

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Oh, but I did.

I will offer nothing less to an angel like yourself.

Not to mention the fact that I'd love for you to accompany me to the Valentine's dance, because no other gentleman would be happier to dance with you than me.

[oldethanwayde-blog]

Liiiily~

[finnian-moray]

[resists the urge to roll his eyes; mutters under his breath]

Oh please…

[oldethanwayde-blog]

The cold weather will probably make it last all winter long.